Monday, April 27, 2009

Bascombe has warned her of his eccentricity in the studio.

That's the first sentence of "Warming the Bench," a brief erotic adventure of mine that hinges on a four-handed piano session. It's newly published at Oysters & Chocolate Erotic, where you can access it for free! (You don't even have to know how to read music.)

Thanks, O&C!


Marina said...

"She feels him utilizing the standard, portentous pause..." Oh my -- that tickled my ivories!

You know, back in the day, when I was a conservatory student, it was standard practice to cover the practice room windows for just this very reason!

Jeremy Edwards said...

Thank you, Marina—glad to have tickled!!

You know, back in the day, when I was a conservatory student, it was standard practice to cover the practice room windows for just this very reason!**

Tell us more!

Donna said...

Love those "thick male bits." A wonderful little piece. Interesting to know it's based on fact, Marina! But then again, musicians are passionate people ;-).

Jeremy Edwards said...

Thanks, Donna! (On behalf of myself, and male bits everywhere.) ; )

Marina said...

OK - here you go, Jeremy, a sample of conservatory life back in the day:

He was a trombone player. We were both undergrads at the conservatory. We were friends - what the young ones would call “friends with benefits” these days, perhaps. He dated others, I dated others, and in between, we’d occasionally keep each other company.

We were young, passionate musicians who spent far too many hours in solitary confinement perfecting our tone, technique and musicianship. As was true of many of our friends, we tended to practice late into the evening. And, late in the evening, our young passionate minds and bodies tended to lose concentration on our art and tended to wander to other pursuits. The practice room wing of the conservatory came alive at night and was filled with much more than just the sounds of winds, brass and percussion as the evening wore on.

This particular night, we were both “single” again and feeling lonely. So, I wandered down to visit him in his practice room. He had the window papered over, as was traditional, especially among the lower brass players, but I knew his sound. So, I knocked, opened the door, and went in. He was sitting at the piano, working on some orchestral excerpts.

As had become our routine, I went and stood behind him as he sat there on the piano bench, put my hands on his shoulders and asked him if he wanted a massage. He did, of course. We both knew where things were going, but we were both always a little shy and this gave me the initial excuse to touch him. So, he put the horn down on top of the piano, leaned over to rest his arms on the music stand above the keyboard, and I started rubbing his shoulders and back.

After a while, familiar urges started getting more urgent and the tempo picked up a bit. I started licking his ear and running my hands down his chest - - at which point, he stood up, backed me up against the wall, pulled up my shirt, and we engaged in a fair bit of kissing, petting, sucking, etc. This is why we all papered the windows, of course. We wanted our privacy during these duet rehearsals. And anyway, we were all musicians -- standing outside the door and listening when people were engaging in this type of activity was quite an auditory thrill in and of itself! So, nobody saw us, but I have no idea how many people listened to us.

Now, conservatory practice rooms are kind of sparse - usually a piano and a bench, a music stand, walls, a floor and a ceiling - and they’re not very large. So, we both decided that we wanted a more comfortable setting before things went much further. In the really olden days, the sensitive, artsy-type guys would have said something corny like, “Would you like to come up and see my etchings?” But, we were intense, classically trained young performers - very cool and very horny. He said the line that would become my favorite pick-up line of all time, “Would you like to come up and listen to my new Mahler 2?”

Ah, I have trouble resisting Mahler - and where else do you get to hear that kind of pick-up line! So, we wandered over to his dorm room, hopped up on his dorm bed covered with the nice beige chenille bedspread his mother had sent for his birthday, and he and I and Mahler were entwined in the harmony of the spheres!

There you go, Jeremy - a typical night at the conservatory, back in the day. Now days, most conservatories forbid the papering of windows. It makes me sad to see the loss of such a tradition!

Anyway, thanks, Jeremy, for the opportunity to reminisce! Those were some good times!

Jeremy Edwards said...


Marina ... in the conservatory ... with a trombone.

Thanks for dropping by this practice room with that lovely reminiscence!

Confidant said...

Fun piece! Sounds like the couple could use a "dotted rest" after all that quaver-ing. ;-)

EllaRegina said...

I love the word play of the musical terms.

Have you looked into teaching erotica writing at Juilliard?

Bravo, Maestro! Encore!

(Word: unwit :-( Maybe I've lost me touch...)

Marina said...

Oh - ER is really on to something - what a great idea! Jeremy at Juilliard would be fabulous!!

Jeremy Edwards said...

Thank you, Confidant and ER!

Have you looked into teaching erotica writing at Juilliard?**

I tried, but the windows were papered over.

Kirsten Monroe said...

Thanks Jeremy....of I go for my music lesson!

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Donna said...

Lovely, Marina! Thanks for sharing that. I especially love the idea of the auditeurs appreciating the duets. If only the kids in the creative writing department were as cool back in the day....